Bill Black, as did his brothers, got his early musical
training playing the violin (fiddle) as a child growing up during the
depression era in Memphis. Before buying a violin of his own to
play along he learned from his father on his father's Bavarian made Stradivarius
copy. The violin had been handed down to his father by his father
before him. It is marked on the inside as being manufactured by Antonius
Stradivarius and bears a circle stamp next to it with a cross inside.
Stradivarius only made 512 violins during his lifetime.

The violin that Bill purchased at age 13 has "Nicholaus Amatus in Cremona
1651-Made in Czechoslovakia" stamped on the inside. These were European
made copies of violins made by Nicolo Amati, one of the first great
makers who made violins over 400 years ago. After his father's
death, the violin was willed to Bill's uncle and later retrieved by
Bill. Both instruments were left to Bill's son after his death and
have since changed hand amongst relatives. They are currently in
the possession of Bill's nephews Louis and Alan who are presently
seeking the best means to present these instruments for display to help
promote and share their Uncle's legacy with the world.

The following article was originally published
in the Memphis Press-Scimitar sometime in the late 1970s. Though
many sources have since corrected the sequence of events regarding the
details of Bill's association with SUN Records and Elvis and their early
recordings, the recollections of Johnny Black were likely believed by
him to be true at that time. The article nonetheless provides a
good history of their father's violin and Bill's early musical
development which would serve him later on when he, Scotty and Elvis
shook the world.

The musical Black family of Memphis rode out of obscurity
and poverty on the strings of the father’s old violin.
“He brought it with him from North Carolina, and it had been his daddy’s
in the Civil War,” said Johnny Black, who will play at the Mid-South
Folklife Festival on Mud Island Saturday and Sunday.

The first thing people usually heard – when they came walking down the
narrow country road to visit the shabby little cottage south of the
Memphis city limits where the Blacks lived – was Johnny’s father,
William Black, stomping out the steady beat of a hoedown.
“Daddy had a strong beat,” said Johnny. “My brother Bill used the same
big beat when his Bill Black Combo made their first record. It was a
rockabilly tune. He called it ‘Smoky.’ It sold over a million copies.”

William Black taught all four of his boys – Bill, Kenny, Louis and
Johnny – to play the mountain tunes and church hymns he had grown up
with in the hills of North Carolina.
“Kenny preferred playing the spoons and a harmonica,” said Johnny. “He
said violin took too long to get tuned right.”
William taught all his sons the violin , but Bill was his best student.
“They sat and played for each other by the hour,” said Johnny, “handing
Daddy’s violin back and forth. They’d be wrapped up in music. You could
say something and they wouldn’t even hear you.”

On Sundays, an old blind man who lived in Memphis would take his banjo
and walk all the way out in the country for religious services at the
Black’s home. The blind man played his banjo for the hymn-singing.
William black played the violin. The preacher brought a guitar.
“Daddy built benches and put them under the trees. They’d be full on
Sunday. They would sing and preach all morning long. Sometimes we’d have
a baptizing in a creek.
“Daddy loved the old hymns. His favorite was ‘In the Sweet Bye and Bye,’
I can hear him singing it now. He liked all the songs of hope.
“Daddy never played the blues.”

Bill Black began to wonder how he would ever be able to buy his own
guitar.
His father hurt his back while he was digging a well in the yard. The
back hurt so much he couldn’t drive the bouncing, swaying electric
streetcar in Memphis any more. He went on a small pension, but money was
short for the country family.
“But there was a family named Stewart who lived on Billy Goat Hill,”
said Johnny. “They had an old guitar sitting in a back room. It didn’t
even have any strings on it. Bill told them he would slop their hogs all
summer if they would give him that guitar.

“Bill hauled slop all summer. When he finally brought that old
stringless guitar home, he was so proud of it he wouldn’t let anyone
else touch it.
“Daddy got him some strings.”
Bigger boys in the area began to get together with their guitars and
violins and banjos on somebody’s porch over on Billy Goat Hill.
“Bill was getting so good that they’d let him play with them,” said
Johnny.

“We didn’t have a radio at home. No electricity. On Saturday nights,
we’d all walk up a gravel road to a woman’s house who had a radio, and
we’d lie down on a grassy bank outside her window and listen to the
Grand Ole Opry.
“Then we got electric lights in our house. One afternoon I looked up and
saw Bill walking down the road carrying an old radio he bought from
someone for $2. That night we sat up listening to music from everywhere
– until we all nearly fell asleep. From then on, we picked up on all
different kinds of music over the radio.

Johnny said that when he got older, his father wouldn’t play anything
but church music. “He said if the Lord didn’t have anything to do with
it, he wouldn’t play it.”
Then the boys on the front porches on Billy Goat Hill began to discover
that they could find honk-tonks and beer joints that would let them
play. No pay. But they could pass the hat. They could get bigger tips if
they had a pretty girl pass the hat.
“One day Bill got an offer to play a big place, way out on Poplar, where
they sold beer and danced. Bill and Daddy argued. Mother got into it.
But Bill had a way of talking to Daddy. They understood each other, as
far as music went.
“Finally, Daddy said Bill wouldn’t be out there at the honky-tonk
associating with drunks. He’d be ther playing his music.”
Later, Louis and Johnny were allowed to go and play. And pass the hat.

When William Black died, “his folks came from Atlanta for the funeral,”
said Johnny. “I looked up on the shelf where his violin always sat – and
it was gone. I asked Mama what had happened to it. She said Daddy had
promised his brother than the violin would go to his brother’s side of
the family when Daddy died. I felt hurt. ‘Don’t make a fuss about it,
Johnny,’ Mama said. ‘It was your Daddy’s will.’”

Memphis and the rest of the world were about to discover that special
blend of the farmer’s stomping, foot-pounding hoedowns, plaintive
mountain love songs and the thumping, joyful sounds of country church
revival.
Bill Black got a job as a staff musician at Memphis Recording Service
studio where anybody could walk in off the street and make a record –
with staff musicians backing them if they wanted it. “Elvis came in one day,” said Johnny. “He was a teenager, and he made a
sentimental sounding record for his mother. He sang like all the
crooners of the day. Sort of like Gene Autry.” The recording studio owner, Sam Phillips, asked Bill to work with the
teenager to see if his talent could be developed.

“Bill was real clown,” said Johnny. “He could make people laugh and
relax. He’d try anything, even put on a big pair of bloomers. Every
group, in those days, had a clown. Bill was it. He also had a trick bass
fiddle that would begin to smoke when he played it hard, and finally
shatter in pieces.

“One day he was messing around in the recording studio with Elvis and he
started singing in a high, funny, falsetto voice. He sang Bill Monroe’s
slow, old ‘Blue Moon of Kentucky,’ but he did it at a very fast beat.
Real fast. Not crooning. Elvis listened. He got a kick out of it. He
picked up on it, too. He got swept up in it – like a cork picked up on a
big wave coming in.
“They decided to record it. They did ‘That’s All Right Mama’ on the flip
side and you know what happened when they talked a disc jockey into
playing it on the radio. It changed the musical world for everybody.”

When Presley quit giving concerts on the road to limit himself to
movies, the Bill Black combo kept on rolling. Before Black died at the
age of 39, he and his combo had recorded a dozen hit records and 30
albums. He had the most popular band in the world for three straight
years, according to Billboard magazine. When the Beatles came to the
United States, they asked the Bill Black Combo to back them on tour.

“Maybe it’s strange,” said Johnny, “but sometimes, when its quiet and
late at night, I almost think I can still hear my Daddy’s old violin.”

***

James V. Roy
page added September 7, 2007

Alabama Ave.

Bill Black was the son of William Patton Black and Ruby Holland Black.
He was named after his father and his siblings were Louis B. Black, Mary Ann Black, John L., Kenneth R., M. Joyce, Carolyn D., Anita G.,
and Linda I.* Coincidentally, Bill Black's parents, and then just his
mother, lived in Lauderdale Courts in Memphis at 465 Alabama Avenue,
almost directly across the street from a pre-fame Elvis and his parents when they
lived at 462 Alabama.

Bill's daughter Nancy said, the family attended Lauderdale Baptist Church that had been on the corner of Danny Thomas and Alabama
Ave. when I was very small. It had hot water heaters for heat that clanged and hissed during the winter and a huge attic fan for cooling in the
summer. The church was replaced with a gas station when the new road went
through. Another church was built on Danny Thomas closer to Poplar called City View Baptist
Church. I remember sitting next to my dad at the Lauderdale Baptist
Church.

The house said to have been lived in by Elvis and his
parents at 462 Alabama Ave. - ca 1952Photo courtesy web

This picture (from Nancy) was taken at least
59 years ago...I am the one with curly blond hair. The houses behind my
grandmother were right across the street from Lauderdale Courts that now faces
St. Jude. Elvis family lived in one of those houses for awhile. My
grandmother moved to a smaller unit in the courts when all the kids grew
up and I believe it was in the same section that the larger unit was.

Contemporary view of 465 Alabama Ave. in Memphis and
about where the black family photo was takenPhoto courtesy google

The photo from Nancy also shows a 1949 Ford Tudor Coupe
in the background, possibly belonging to Bill. Though the
structures in the Lauderdale courts side of Alabama Ave. are still
standing and since converted to upscale apartments and condos called
Upton Square, the opposite side where Elvis lived has long since been
raised to give way to ramps for I-40.

Young pre-fame Elvis with friends in Lauderdale courts
near Alabama Ave.Photo courtesy web

section added February 17, 2015

* courtesy Peter Butler and
the Rockabilly Hall of Fame

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